A/N: Another Yule Ball fic, this time with Harry. I've had this idea for a while now but never got to making it, it wasn't exactly how I envisioned it but I really can't be bothered to rewrite it all. Y/N is a year older than Harry in this fic and has no specified house!
It hadn't been long since Harry had been picked to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, his shock quickly dissipating as he realized he had to find someone to take to the Yule Ball. Time was wearing thin and he still didn't have anyone to go with.
The trio were currently feasting in The Great Hall, Ron stuffing his face as the other two spoke. "Well, who will you be taking then?" Hermione questions, "You can't go alone." He hung his head as he brushed Hermione off. "I know, I know." He mimics a whine. "I can't think of anyone else to ask though." Hermione shakes her head disapprovingly. "You better find someone quick."
Ron clears his throat after swallowing the giant bite he took. "Why don't you take that guy you've been hanging around?" Harry questioningly looks at the red-head before Hermione chimed in. "Ah yes, the 5th year. Y/N, was it?" Harry shrugs as he feels his stomach flutter slightly. "Aren't I supposed to go with someone, romantically?"
"Not necessarily. I mean, it's either him or Ron, he has no partner either." Ron mutters an offended 'Hey!' before Harry chuckles. "I guess I'll ask him then."
You and Harry only got close in the last year, as he was having trouble with his Herbology classes and you offered him assistance. The two of you would spend countless hours in the library discussing the plants and their specialties.
It didn't take long for you both to hang out outside of studying, meeting before and after classes to talk. Conversations were spoken easily between you, it coming almost naturally. It's why he had grown such a liking to you, you were such an easy person for him to get along with. Obviously so were Ron and Hermione, of course, but he swore it felt different with you.
He settled on asking you as soon as he saw you, hoping to catch you after your classes.
Timeskip
It was just about dusk when Harry found you walking through the halls, making your way to your dormitories. He sped-walked to try and catch up to you, calling your name once he was a few metres away. You turn to see him breathing heavily while greeting you. "Good Evening Y/N, I was wondering if I could ask you something." You smile as you greet him back.
"Evening, Harry. What's on your mind?" You watch as he straightens his robes. "As you know, I had planned on asking Cho out to the Yule Ball." He shrugs as continues. "She's already going with someone though, Cedric." You send him an apologetic look. "Ah, what a shame. Sorry mate." He waves his hand to brush it off.
"Don't be, I'm not as upset as I thought I would be. I honestly feel a little relieved." He watches as your face contorts in confusion, a wonky smile still present. "Well alright then, that was quick." You give a short chuckle before you ask. "Who are you going with then?" Harry avoids your eyes as he stalls. "I hoped that's where you'd come in."
Your eyes widen. "You want to go to the Yule Ball with me?" Harry's quick to start again. "I was talking to Ron and Hemione about it, I can't go alone and I'd rather go with you than whoever they put me with." He takes a short breath. "If, of course, you don't already have a partner." You shake your head. "No, no partner." You let out a small laugh.
"So how is this gonna work? What exactly are we going as?" Harry feels his stomach flip as he responds. "Friends, they said nothing about it having to be romantic." He laughs a little as he finishes. He notices a slight glint in your eyes, one that looked almost, disappointed. Yet a smile remained on your face, he must've been getting his hopes up.
"Of course." You nod, letting out a quick chuckle. "Can't wait, Harry." You tease as you continue your walk. Harry smiles as he watches you walk away, his heart jumping out of his chest at your words, even though he knew you were joking. "Yeah, me too." He tries to also get it out in a humorous manner, but fails. It coming out almost sincere as it falls upon deaf ears.
Timeskip
It was the night of the Ball, Harry was currently flattening out his robes in front of a full-length mirror. His eyes glanced over every part of his outfit, making sure it was perfect for you. He had placed a (House Colour) napkin in his front pocket as you had told him you would do with his.
He couldn't help but wonder what you'd be wearing, how it'd look on you, how the fabric would wrap along your perfect body- what. Harry shakes his head as he reprimands himself. How could he have such thoughts? He places his cold hands against his heating face before walking out.
He had to be there quickly if he wanted to be there on time.
Harry had made his way to The Great Hall, now speaking with his two closest friends. It wasn't until Hermione had stopped responding that he turned to see what she was looking at. His jaw fell at the sight of you. You had looked much more stunning than he could've ever imagined. He gazed over your attire, the red napkin in your pocket to the tight undershirt and the robes that fell to your knees. He had never seen you so dressed up before.
You had obviously noticed his staring, a slight smirk present on your face. "You're drooling, Potter." You point to the corner of your own mouth. Harry's face erupts as he thinks of what to say to explain himself, but before he can respond, McGonagall rounds up the contestants and their partners. You hold out your arm towards the nervous boy, his sweating hand wrapping around it.
Harry knew he had nothing to worry about, everyone knew of your friendship with the raven and no one would have any suspicions, he hoped. He couldn't help but recoil at the idea of walking out there. His eyes glued shut as he took a few breaths, he couldn't give up this early. His eyes shoot open at the feeling of your other hand coming around and embracing his.
"You've got nothing to worry about, it'll be over just as soon as it starts." Your smile calms his nerves, not as much as he wished, but enough to atleast get himself out there. As McGonagall signaled for them to walk out, he had lost all confidence, you nudged him forward and tried to walk in-sync with him.
His eyes fell on the passing students, watching as they whispered to each other while looking right at him, he was starting to feel a little sick. He hadn't noticed you stopped until you pulled him into you, ready to start the dance. His hand shot to your shoulder as yours reached around his waist.
The music kicks and you start moving, you feel how stiff Harry is, trying to pull him as gracefully as you could. "Harry." His eyes break from the surrounding students and land onto your own. "Just keep your eyes on me, it's just you and me." Harry feels his insides heat up at your words, his eyes not leaving yours once. "Great, you're doing amazing, Harry." He can practically feel the red reach his face at that, muttering a quiet 'thank you'.
"I didn't get the chance to tell you before, but you look truly gorgeous tonight."
Harry feels as though he's on cloud nine, the way your words seep into every crevice of his mind and how you so gently pull him across the dance floor has him absolutely smitten.
What was this feeling? He had never felt like this before, so happy and so desperate. His heart starts to skip beats, beating faster and more aggressive than it ever had before. He felt more exhilarated now than he had at any quidditch match.
The dance floor floods with the remaining students and faculty. You lean down, whispering against his ear. "See, now no ones paying attention to us." Harry digs his head into your neck, desperately trying to hide the mass amount of blush spread amongst his face. You chuckle as you hold him tighter against you, his cheeks growing darker.
It's only then does he realize, realize that what he's been feeling wasn't admiration or anything remotely platonic. He was in love, a feeling he had never felt this strong before. Merlin, how did it take him this long to figure it out. Harrys brought out of his thoughts as the music changes, a more upbeat tune being played now.
As the other students jump around, playfully dancing with their partners, Harry stops. You send him a puzzled look before he pulls your head down to level with his own. "I think I love you." He watches as your smile grows wider and wider as you understand what he said. "It took a while, huh?" You tease as you place a quick kiss against his lips. "I love you too, Harry."
He grins impossibly wide as he grabs onto you tighter than he did before. Quickly letting go, remembering where exactly the two of you were. You lightly laugh, before extending a hand out. "Now, how about we dance a little longer. His eyes stare into your own as he grabs onto your hand, you're quick to pull him into the crowd.
Neither of you could've asked for the night to go any better.
A/N: Holy shit, this was in our drafts for nearly 2 months. We have quite a few requests that we're writing right now, so please take this as a filler ig. I have trouble writing for Harry so any feedback is appreciated!
- Written by Owner 1
(About 1600 words)